Vedrana Rudan divorces after thirty years of marriage: The crown showed who my husband is and what "happiness" I live in

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Croatian writer Vedrana Rudan on her blog yesterday published an article entitled "My Divorce", which caused a great deal of public attention. 

We convey her announcement to you in full:

"Nela asked me this morning why I decided to divorce after thirty years of happy marriage. Happy marriage? The crown showed who my husband is and what "happiness" I live in. For the first time in our lives, we spent twenty-four hours a day together.

I want bags. Wooden, plastic, leather, made of straw, paper, glass… I know, bags cost, but life is one. My ex-husband thinks that at our age it makes sense to spend money only on preventive examinations. He made me have a colonoscopy, fortunately under anesthesia. Seven bags went. And? The doctor said, come for an examination in ten years. Where will I be in ten years?

A month ago, he did several magnetic and three CTAs. He constantly hears what cheaters say in health food stores. We have tea to close, open, soothe, disturb and boost appetite. Come on! Who needs a boost of appetite after the corona? I can only enter his tracksuit without any problems. For breakfast he eats porridge, pours crushed pumpkin seeds into it. For months we ate avocado pesto for months, he prepared it, with garlic, but without salt. The olive oil was supposed to be from Benkovac. Are there any olive trees in Benkovac? My ex-husband did not check.

One day they said, there is no crown. I went to town and bought seven handbags and a keychain, handmade, in the shape of a purse. Crazy. He told me that I was suffering from torbatitis. My, thank God, ex-husband was always witty when he had to fuck me.

I said: “Enough! I'm tired of your examinations, you're dying for health, man! Instead of devoting yourself to me, you spend your days in private clinics. "Monkey, you are the only one in town who has a discount at a private clinic!" He moved into the house of his late parents, I stayed in ours.

He, I think, my future husband, is a completely different person. He is sixteen years younger than me, all the men older than me are either dead or immobile or waiting in private clinics for their appointment to change both hips. The character is full of life. He enjoys football, he likes to eat and drink, he does not like pesto, he loves me. We fell in love with a beautiful shop on Matija Gubec Street. He was buying purple shoes, I was looking in the purple bag.

"It's a great purse," he said. No one has seen me for years. I was delighted. "Your shoes are crazy, what a coincidence, the same color as my purse." "It would be best for you to buy them so that we can go through life with the same step." Do you understand? What a good foundation. "Let's go through life with the same step." We went to his house for a drink, the rest is history.

I will never forget that afternoon. I took a nap after sex, every bone hurt, but happiness anesthetized me. When I woke up, he said to me: “I was watching you sleep. "He slept with his mouth open, it looked like you were singing to him in the sky." Come on! He did not mention blood sampling, urine analysis, blood color in the stool.

Yes, this Tuesday we will prepare a wedding in the park in Opatija, next to the church. Do not tell anyone. He will wear the purple shoes I bought him, I also bought him a purple striped suit and a black shirt and a green tie with small dots, I will be in a black wedding dress that will match his shirt. We will not be in "Gloria", but we will be in fashion.

I threw the old bed out of the house, I will not sleep on unpleasant memories. Yesterday they mounted my Hespo bed and put a vibrating mattress on it so that, if you understand me, I can move without being immobile. We will get married, let it really stay between us, in the church. We are not both baptized, the priest said, do not care, pay for the new bell.

My evil friends who do not have the courage to go through life in purple shoes say that it will be a marriage of interest. Better a poor horse than no horse at all. I have money and I want to live, he wants money. The desire burns in both me and him. Could it be better? "It will not be in the long run." Gadurii! I know. Everything has an expiration date. "I will turn the remaining time into rock and roll."

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